Painting of the Nine Immortals

Zhan Tianxia took his followers away, disappeared quickly like the wind, and seemed to stay for an extra second, which was a torture to him.

It can be seen how far his fear of Ling Xian has reached.

At the scene, only a group of people were killed.

The outstanding descendants of Shuluozong's generation bowed their heads slightly, their expressions were haggard, full of resentment and murderous intentions, but they dared not show them, for fear that Lingxian would kill him.

And his followers did not leave when they saw the boss, but everyone's body was trembling slightly, his face was full of panic, and he didn't even dare to come out.

It is conceivable that these people are under tremendous pressure at this moment. Although Lingxian did not let out the momentum, they still frightened them. There is no way, who made Lingxian too powerful and even killed him with one stroke. How many people do not feel afraid?

Looking at the murderous life with a bowed head, Ling Xian waved his hand casually, and said, "He's gone, aren't you going?"

Hearing that the followers were relieved as if they were pardoned.

Fate killing slowly raised his head and took a deep look at Ling Xian, his eyes were calm as water, but under the calm, there was unforgettable resentment, and endless killing intention.

Then he slowly turned around, as blood-red robes fluttered in the wind, with several followers, and walked towards the distance.

"It's a good camouflage, but unfortunately, you can see through it at a glance."

Ling Xian shook her head. He noticed the deep hatred in the life killing eyes, but he was not attentive. The eagles could not see the ants. For Peng Cheng, he was proud of Tianqi , Can be waved and beheaded, there is no fear at all.

There is nothing wrong with strangling the bane in the cradle, but life and death do not even have the qualifications to become posterior, so Ling Xian doesn't care at all.

Even if one day, the life-killing life broke through to the foundation period, Lingxian was completely fearless. This is not arrogance, but a kind of self-confidence that he is invincible.

"This golden book page, I don't know what it is. It has such a divine power that Yue Yuehan can use it to work with me for so long." Ling Xian's large sleeve, a dim golden book page Immediately flew to his hand, carefully observed for a while, but did not find the strangeness of this thing, had to put it in a storage bag, wait for it, and then go to find the chaos Emperor to see if she knows the origin of this thing.

With a twinkling of eyes, Ling Xian dispersed the war halberd and the imperial clothing, strode to Mo Qing and the three men, watching the injuries on them, especially when Tang Shisan's face turned white, his eyes flashed With a touch of pity, I hurriedly took the elixir from the storage bag, and then divided it into three portions and handed them to the three of them. "Thank you for blocking the cold moon for me. This is eternal elixir. Please take it." . "

"My brother is polite. In that case, only you can match the coldness of the moon, and we naturally want to take care of you." Mo Qing's eyes still remained shocked, even with a hint of awe.

Yes, awe.

Refining gas and building a base is like a carp jumping over a dragon gate. The gap is unimaginable. Once the monk has reached the base building period, his status will skyrocket. During the gas-refining period, the gas-refining monk must also give sufficient respect to those who build the foundation.

Except for Tang Shishi, who was heartless and heartless, both Mo Qingnian and Water Ripple looked at Ling Xian with a bit of awe.

"You ... just don't talk."

Perceived the subtle changes of the two, Ling Xian sighed, then sat cross-legged, took out the Wudao lotus petals from the storage bag, made a cup of tea for each of them, and planned to share the rare and precious Tao tea with them.

However, the three of them saw Lingxian take out the petals of Wudao, but it was a bitter complexion, as if a rare potion in front of them. It was not the Wudao tea that even the strong masters could not bear to taste.

Seeing a few people frowning, Ling Xian froze for a moment, then suddenly surprised, "I forgot, I gave you thirty tablets each before closing, presumably I vomited these days."

"Hey, yeah, auntie, I've got a drink and a drink." Tang Shisan smiled, a flash of pride in his flickering eyes.

"I said thirteen, you are really extravagant. If it is passed on, I don't know how many people are jealous and mad." Ling Xian couldn't help crying and laughing.

Suddenly, his lips and teeth remained fragrant, and his aftertaste was endless. He closed his eyes intoxicatedly. The whole person seemed to be feathering and soaring, and his body was comfortable and relaxed.

It's also like a gigantic incendiary, drinking from the head, the doubts of spiritual practice in the past, suddenly under the mysterious power of Wu Dao tea, swept away.

For a long time, Ling Xian slowly opened her eyes and said with emotion: "It is truly worthy of the Tao tea, and it really is extraordinary."

"Unfortunately, I drink too much, no matter how good I can't drink it." Tang Shisan frowned, looking at Wu Dao tea in his hands.

Mo Qingnian and Water Ripple also looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Over the past few days, the three have been drinking Wudao tea almost continuously. Although they have gained a lot of benefits, they are also a bit tired.

"You guys, let me not know what to say, how many people want to realize the Tao tea, you are really tired of drinking." Ling Xian could not laugh or cry.

"This is still stained by my brother's light. If it weren't for you, we would be like most monks. Even if we get the lotus petals, we have to take care of it. How can it be as luxurious as it is now, even I think This is a sin. "Mo Qing smiled bitterly, but his expression was hard to conceal.

"Don't thank me, thank the purple man, I really didn't expect that the Ling tribe would be so magical." Ling Xian smiled, thinking of the little guy who was sent to the Nine Immortals by herself, and said in her heart that she had to go in and watch Looking at her, I asked the emperor exactly what the golden page was.

"According to ancient records, the talents of each spirit clan are different. In the legend, the spirit clan formed by the Qingming fossil can change into any kind of **** soldier, and your Wudao lotus is probably the source. Continue blooming lotus petals. "Mo Qingnian thought for a moment, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes.

He noticed the envy on his face, Ling Xian smiled, he was a little proud, and pleased with his great gain.

"Yes, my brother, I have known each other for so long. I don't know your name yet." Mo Qingnian suddenly thought of the guess in his heart.

"Yeah, we are friends, don't you even tell us by name?" Water ripples smiled.

"Yeah, but you are my little brother, so quickly rush it." Tang Shisan flashed a curiosity in his watery eyes with his hands on his hips.

I heard that Ling Xian was a little surprised, and then I remembered that I hadn't said a name, and laughed: "This is my negligence, then you can listen well, my name is Ling Xian."

"Overriding Ling, really immortal."